Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.